摘要
When I was in the elementary school, I wanted to get a book of historic stories very much. On my tenth birthday, my parents bought one for me as a present. I extremely treasured it, but I couldn't help showing it to my close friend Wang Xiaoxiang. One day the book was gone. I immediately questioned Wang Xiaoxiang unhappily whether he took away my book, for only he knew of that book. He said with a red face, "Why? I am your friend. If I want to read it, I will borrow it from you." I had some doubt about h...
